Nemesis du jour: The Poncho

Dear Lord, when will it stop? The 37-year-olds wearing Juan Valdez's castoffs? It was cute when we were 8, but now...it's just... annoying. I agree wholeheartedly with The Manolo, who proposes this solemn oath for all grown women: The Manolo No-Poncho Pledge "I (insert the name here) swear on the head and/or the grave of my sainted granny to never wear, buy, knit, crochet, or fashion from the old throw rug, the poncho. And if the poncho it is given to me as the gift, I will graciously thank the giver and then, when she has left, put the poncho into the dog's bed and/or the trash as the case she may be. Only by doing these things faithfully can I help end for the good of the humanity the scourge that is the poncho. So help me Manolo." I mean, at least the pashmina was sort of grownup. Sort of. In a blankie kind of way.